28 weeks...

Hooray! Another black and white striped shirt pregnancy picture! As you can see Jackson is growing and so am I. I actually feel really good right now and have started organizing closets like there is no tomorrow. It seems everywhere I look I find another "project" that needs to be completed prior to Jack's Big Arrival. 12 weeks to go...so surreal.

I am back on the Daycare Wagon and am really feeling the time crunch with choosing an appropriate place for my son to spend his days. Robbie has decided to go with me to tour some potential centers and I think this is a really, really good idea.

Jackson Danger is moving a lot these days and it's extremely obvious to me that he is much bigger and stronger. Today while I was sitting at my desk at work my name badge (which hangs around my neck on a lanyard) actually moved because of a forceful kick from the kid. At times the movements are really uncomfortable. I hope he performs these tricks at the 3-D ultrasound appointment. I'd really like to see what exactly he's up to in there.

Robbie continues to amaze me with his enthusiasm about becoming a dad and his stamina to keep up the honey-do lists...all with a smile. Despite the unknowns and fear I feel, I am content with the timing of this gift.

Comments

Anonymous said…
You look beautiful!!! And the room is too cute. Can't wait to see you and Robbie and the new little nest. Jack is going to love green.
Aunt Linda
8:37 PM
Lady and Tater said…
I think your face looks thinner than I remember! You look great, Catie. Mazel Tov on all of the excitement and keep your spirits high!!!
12:46 PM
Laresa said…
You just look so adorable! Love all of the NEW things going on at your house!
6:13 PM
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